Newspaper article Charleston Gazette Mail

Reflections on Babys First Year ; as First Birthday Approaches, Mothers Love Still Hard to Understand

Newspaper article Charleston Gazette Mail

Reflections on Babys First Year ; as First Birthday Approaches, Mothers Love Still Hard to Understand

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Ive lost count of how many times Ive cried over the past week.

My emotional outbursts havent been because of sadness, but more because this past year has been the very best of my life. A year ago Tuesday, my husband and I welcomed our 7 pound, 10 ounce baby girl. Pregnancy was easy, though toward the end I was considerably miserable and ready to meet her.

When I went to the doctor on my due date and was told the baby was in no hurry to come out, though, it was a punch to the gut.

My pregnancy hormones told me my daughter didnt want to meet me. There was something wrong with me and she knew Id make a terrible mother, so shed just rather stay inside where its warm and cozy, thank you very much.

My sensible side (aka my husband Chris) assured me that was not the case and babies come when theyre meant to come.

I ended up giving birth on Sept. 29, four long days after I was due. Although my midwife told me I did awesome during a relatively easy delivery, I didnt remember much of it thanks to the sleep aids the nurses had given me the night before.

The three days following Cassies birth were a blur, but my memory has held on to some of those special moments.

I remember learning to nurse her, how to hold her fragile body close to my chest so she could receive her nourishment.

I remember all the nurses commenting on her head full of thick, black hair. I remember watching as Chris lifted her out of the little crib and held her close. It was the first time Id ever seen him hold a baby, and she was ours.

Now, that perfect, healthy baby girl is just three days short of a year old.

Its surprising how fast this year has gone by. I often wonder where the time has gone, but then I realize I was so wrapped up in Cassie that it slipped by unnoticed.

The time went into middle of the night feedings, just her and me, sitting on my bed in the peace and quiet. It went into picking out adorable outfits and hair bows and taking pictures just because. It went into Daddy and me stalking her every move with our cell phones so we could get a video when she finally decided to roll over, crawl or stand.

It went into family dinners, birthday parties and holiday gatherings where she was most always the center of attention. …

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